Fluffy Lucy

Fluffy Lucy she's not fluffy Everybody says, she's got it easy But she's dark, straight to her soul She's got the kind of trouble That it's hard to tell another Because they think that you're jaded, or you're spoiled Well dirty Daisy she's not crazy Everybody called her a loon But she's just another sweet dark fruit She's got the kind of trouble That it's hard to tell another Cause they think that you're jaded or you're spoiled So lay down your head Lay down your heart Come lay down, in my bed And I won't tell a soul So wake in the morning You kick me in the ass You say you're glad to see me But this time I don't need it, I'm right on the mark Yeah I declared my prerogative To alternate between what is heavy and what is light Now feel the weight, the weight of the world So gonna lay down my head Lay down my heart I wanna lay down in your bed And I won't tell a soul And I won't tell a soul I won't tell a soul